Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
And i hate to admit, but they'll never stop hating it
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Callin my phone but i moved on i just want you to see
We gave him glasses but he's still blind, is he eyeless?
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
I got soul, there's more in store
You don;t thin anymore
Look, i'm still talking to you baby
Oh i miss you man but it wasn't meant to be
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
He wants to be a better man, but he's still him
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